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Chapter 224 The most important thing in life is timing

"and many more!"

Tan Wenjie stopped the president and pinched him under the strange looks of everyone and the president.

"I prefer pork belly."

President: "..."

The weird smile just now could no longer be maintained, and he suddenly became listless.

"I understand. Please rest assured, new president." The smile he forced out at the last moment looked very forced.

Tan Wenjie watched the president of the Ghost Story Association walk into the kitchen.

The other party's smile just now made him feel that something was wrong. It seemed that being the president was different from what he had imagined. It was as if he was pretending to put mental pressure on Tan Wenjie.

Playing a show? Tan Wenjie can even fool ghosts. Every time he fights with ghosts, he fights for his life and cannot afford any mistakes. In terms of acting skills, he is confident that no one can compare with him, whether it is the best actor or the best TV actor.

If he remembered correctly, after each election of the president of the Ghost Story Association, the old president would be sent to the kitchen and become a dish, the so-called Alpine goat kid.

The reason why I am not worried or afraid is because Tan Wenjie has the strength to overturn the table. Do you understand the value of being a descendant of Zhang Tianshi? Don't let me catch you when it rains, otherwise I will send you all to reincarnate.

He was not in a hurry, but other members were.

We agreed to elect you as the person in charge, so why are you letting us go? Why are you daydreaming?

You won't regret it, will you?

Do you want to make all of you brothers into snacks?
"Ah, right."

Tan Wenjie raised his index finger, apparently having just come up with an idea.

"I'm the president. Can I decide what we're going to eat later? Does anyone want beef noodles?"

The members' faces changed.

Oh no, this kid really wants more food!
It’s okay to eat other people’s food, but it’s not okay to cook your own food.

He wanted to turn against me, but then he realized that everyone has a time bomb in their body, which might explode on the spot if he was made unhappy.

A member raised his hand cautiously: "But Mr. President, today we have confirmed that the menu is Alpine goat kid."

"I don't eat mutton." Tan Wenjie shook his head, "Because it smells bad!"

Members: “…”

"I'm just kidding. To celebrate me becoming the new president, we have to eat kiddie goats and beef noodles. If anyone wants to eat something else, please sign up." Tan Wenjie raised his hand, signaling everyone to speak freely.

Everyone: "..."

This kid really has no intention of letting us go.

So they all shook their heads and said, "We've had enough of the kid goats. We'll eat more next time when we elect the guild leader."

next time?

Tan Wenjie's face changed. That means he wants to eat me.

If I don’t wipe you out today, I’ll be served on the table someday.

"I think the previous association dinners were too conservative," said Tan Wenjie. "We are all elites from all walks of life. We took time out of our busy schedules to get together, but we could only eat one dish each time. If others knew about this, they would think we couldn't afford it! When ordering, everyone should add one dish."

You can afford it. The ingredients are all produced by human beings. You can just taste them. If you want to add more dishes, someone will have to prepare them in advance.

“We think this is great.”

"Yeah, that's enough to eat."

"I have a small bird stomach. I eat the least, President."

Tan Wenjie looked at everyone in surprise: "Why are you crying? I'm talking about adding more food, not using you as a dish."

“Wow!” everyone was heartbroken after hearing this.

You are just using us to cook, why are you pretending?

If it's a girl with tears in her eyes, he can't stand seeing girls crying, so he might chop off her head first, but these rough men have to change the cutting method a little bit, and he won't show mercy.

Tan Wenjie's nose twitched slightly, and the smell of blood came from behind.

With his hearing ability, he didn't hear any extra sounds from beginning to end.

"Old Qian, go in and order more dishes." Tan Wenjie pointed casually.

The kitchen gave him a bad feeling, and before he was sure of the power held by the president of the Ghost Story Association, he decided to find a few lackeys to help pass on the message.

Mr. Qian stood up and said, "President, is it okay if I don't go?"

The paper spy flew out of Tan Wenjie's pocket, with the Five Thunder Talisman as its basis. Mr. Qian's expression suddenly changed when he saw the flying paper spy.

"President... President, can you give me a chance?"

The paper man was still slowly approaching Mr. Qian.

"Boom" explosion, heat wave.

Lei Zhe has been dormant for a long time, and his power has been depleted to almost nothing, but there is no problem in using it to connect with the Five Thunder Talisman.

The scene was unimaginably quiet.

Everyone swallowed their saliva and looked at the body of Mr. Qian who had fallen to the ground. The five thunders that struck his body did not burn his body black. From the outside he looked intact, but he was no longer breathing.

"Everyone wants me to give them a chance? Being the president is hard, everyone should understand me." Tan Wenjie patted his chest with a sad expression. Just when everyone agreed obediently, his expression suddenly changed, "I'll choose another person to add more food."

Everyone held their breath.

Going to the kitchen might result in death, but not going to the kitchen would definitely result in being struck by lightning. Either way would result in death.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years...

"You must be thinking that you should not despise the poor middle-aged people?" Tan Wenjie lowered his head and picked at his fingernails, seeming to be very focused. "I'm sorry that I didn't introduce myself before. I am a disciple of Maoshan. The descendant of Zhang Tianshi is my good friend. A large number of Maoshan disciples are sent to the underworld after death. I don't know about others, but you must go to the underworld after you die."

Looking at the people with different expressions, he raised his hand and said, "Hey, don't pay attention to what I said, and don't think I'm exaggerating. I'm just threatening you. After you die, you may go through the member-only channel and enjoy a Chinese spa in the 18th level of hell."

So arrogant!
Looking at that face that deserved a beating, they wanted to rush up and punch him even if they risked their lives to death, but they gave up after just thinking about it.

They are not afraid of having their souls torn apart or of being sent to hell, but they are afraid of being beaten. Those who chose to vote today have all been beaten by Tan Wenjie, not just with fists, some people even shot him, but he still couldn't be killed.

Not a human being at all.

"You go." Tan Wenjie pointed to someone at random.

The member who was called walked towards the kitchen with a sad face, hoping that he would not be ordered an extra meal, but the possibility was very low because Tan Wenjie was really serious about ordering.

Just as he was about to walk into the kitchen, a food cart was pushed out.

"Huh!" The members breathed a sigh of relief.

"Here comes the Alpine Goat Boy, President!"

She didn't even bother to hide her joy, her face was as bright as a flower.

"Did you push the food cart out?" Tan Wenjie looked at the members and frowned slightly.

The so-called European chef didn't even show up, and he really had no idea what the other party was doing.

Looking towards the dining car, the sour smell and aroma of the barbecue were not worth mentioning. The strong resentment lingering above made his expression worse. It should be the goat kid delicacy made with the former president as the ingredient.

The smile on the member's face disappeared, and he kept rubbing his hands on his suit, trying to wipe off the sweat from his hands, but he didn't expect that the sweat from his hands would increase.

“I, I, I…” he stammered.

"I hate crowing the most." Tan Wenjie threw out a Five Thunder Talisman.

There was another loud "bang", and the member who was just happy that he had survived the disaster suddenly fell to the ground.

The smiles on the faces of the members who were excited by the scent of the goat boy suddenly disappeared.

Forget that this evil star is still here. Who would dare to eat if he doesn’t open his mouth?

But no one knew what he was going to do, because Tan Wenjie was ruthless enough, and even though he used thunder magic, no one present thought he was a decent person.

As bad guys and villains, we think he is the big boss.

Tan Wenjie suddenly asked, "Before everyone tastes such delicious food, don't you want to meet the chef?"

The members looked at each other, but no one nodded.

But when Tan Wenjie looked at a member and opened his mouth as if he was going to ask him to go to the kitchen, he immediately jumped up: "President! Going to the kitchen is the president's privilege. The president can discuss the menu with the chef, and the president's office is also in the back."

"You didn't tell me earlier!"

Tan Wenjie waved his hands. He had no way to deal with this group of cowards. He couldn't kill them all for the time being. At least he would wait until the day he left to wipe them out.

They are all upper class people, trouble.

"Go home, and wait for me to contact you."

Everyone looked at each other and finally nodded.

"Yes."
What kind of Alpine kid delicacy is that? What the hell is that? I'm just afraid that I might be able to eat it into my mouth, but not live to digest it and poop it out.

Total duration of this meeting: 15 minutes.

I haven't told any party stories yet.

However, all members said that what happened today was the most terrifying experience they had ever had.

Tan Wenjie put on a full set of equipment, with the Black Tiger Flag on his waist, a ghost-killing chainsaw in his left hand and a machete in his right hand, and walked in with the sound of a copper coin mask making a "clattering" sound.

"no one?"

The kitchen was not big. He looked around and didn't see anyone. Moreover, the other door of the kitchen was open, so it was possible that the chef had already left through that door.

On the table was the head of an Alpine kid.

The former president died peacefully.

There was a gust of wind coming from behind, and Tan Wenjie turned around and blocked the opponent's attack with a machete. The attacker was a white European man holding a table knife in his hand.

At the moment of collision, a force not much smaller than that of Tan Wenjie was transmitted from the machete.

At the same time, Tan Wenjie saw that Bai Lao had a strong resentment.

The living person has a resentment comparable to that of the female ghost Xiaodie, which makes him look like a human, but in fact he is more terrifying than a ghost. No wonder none of the members are willing to come in.

Tan Wenjie raised his leg and kicked the egg, causing the yolk to explode. The white chef's expression was distorted.

"Buzz!" the chainsaw roared and cut off the opponent's arm.

"Ah!" The white man's two limbs were broken. He clamped his legs together and curled up like a shrimp. He covered his broken arm with his other hand and screamed in pain.

"The cook won't steal the grains, you must have eaten a lot in the kitchen."

Why be a president? Why not just be a chef? A president will be eaten by others, while a chef only needs to know how to be a human being.

Tan Wenjie dropped the chainsaw and pulled the other person's head.

"I hate it most when the cook steals food."

Hit the ground with your head pressed.

The white chef had blood on his forehead and begged for mercy from Tan Wenjie.

"#￥%..."

He opened his mouth and chattered non-stop, but I couldn't understand a word he said.

Tan Wenjie tilted his head: "Where are you from? Do you speak English? Which countries are near the Alps?"

His knowledge of geography is average.

"France? Germany? Switzerland? Austria? Italy?"

Every time he spoke, he looked at the other person's reaction, and it was not until he spoke to Italy that the other person nodded in response.

"I don't speak Italian, do you understand English?"

The other person nodded.

"You can understand but not speak. Ha, dumb English." Tan Wenjie expressed his contempt. He was different. He was dumb Japanese and could also understand but not speak.

But he is very proud.

Japanese actors don’t have any lines in the movie!
Italian Chef: “Woo woo woo.”

Tan Wenjie then began to interrogate him. Whenever he was about to go into shock due to excessive blood loss, he would kick him hard a few times to force him to come back to life.

After pulling the trigger back and forth and saving about five lives, Tan Wenjie finally asked the other person's name.

"Andrew?"

"Yeah!" The Italian chef nodded.

"Andrew, what do you do for a living?"

Italian chef Andrew's eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

He had a lot of questions to ask, but the other party only spoke Italian. It happened that Tan Wenjie had not had time to learn Italian yet. Even if he could only listen but not speak, it would not work unless he found a girlfriend who could speak Italian.

So the only thing that interested him about the chef was his name.

"The former president's soul is gone? Was he cooked into a dish?"

The possibility is very high.

Tan Wenjie left Andrew and turned to walk towards the president's office of the Ghost Story Association. The office was not far from the kitchen and contained a lot of information and documents.

He flipped through it briefly and found that they were all urban ghost stories told by the Ghost Story Association.

Apart from that, the job of the Ghost Story Association president is also very simple.

There is a guidebook for new presidents.

Judging from the fact that the old president of the Ghost Story Association is always cooked, the new president will probably be confused if there is no guidance tutorial.

1. Story collection.

There is no one guiding behind the scenes, because interests will drive people to take the initiative to become the president, just like Andrew, who is a cook, can eat secretly, the president also has interests, and eating is just one of them.

"Still writing a diary? You're not a serious person."

Tan Wenjie opened his diary.

"I became the president on March 1998, 3. The taste of Japanese sashimi is really fascinating. A good chef can bring out the original flavor of the ingredients."

Do you also want to preserve the original flavor of the ingredients?

"On June 1999, 6, I felt a little confused and it was time to contact a new chef."

"On June 1999, 6, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I invited Chef Andrew from the Alps, who will surely make delicious food."

Tan Wenjie quickly read the scribbled diary contents and threw it aside.

It's not that he doesn't believe in people writing diaries, but he doesn't believe that in an association whose main business is to kill people and create weird stories, there would be people who would write diaries and believe whatever others write. In a horror movie, they can't even survive the first five minutes and can only be used as a "jump face" to scare the audience.

Soon Tan Wenjie found the "two", about what he could gain and what he could pay in his work.

Resentment is something that makes things taste "delicious".

Tan Wenjie has a deeper understanding. This thing is a character experience book. Feeding it to the ghosts and zombies he draws can allow them to upgrade quickly and restore their full strength, or even become stronger.

All that was paid was the life of a stranger.

To create urban legends, you need very special people. Simply put, they are the type who are arrogant and conceited, like to play psychic games, and especially like to commit suicide in horror movies.

When an urban legend is successfully produced, all the people affected will provide emotions to make this "story" delicious, and ultimately the resentment will be directed to the "director".

If one day the members can no longer bear the resentment.

It will become food.

Pursuing delicious ingredients is the instinct of every member. Once you have tasted them, you will be addicted, and after eating too much delicious food, you will desire to become the ingredients.

The chefs also come from ghost story associations in different regions and are considered non-staff members.

"Let a stranger die, and then quickly improve your own strength?"

Sacrifice others for your own benefit.

"So, it's an easy choice, isn't it?" A voice seemed to come from my ear.

Tan Wenjie shook his head: "It's too complicated."

"Why? Don't you want those delicious foods?"

"Making up stories is not my strong point. Who is talking? Didn't your mother teach you not to talk to people casually? You are not motherless, are you?" Tan Wenjie raised his head and looked around, but found nothing.

That voice seemed to exist only in Tan Wenjie, or the president's mind.

[Optional Mission 25: President of the Ghost Story Association]

[Become a good president and lead members on the right path. Reward: 5000 experience points]

He already had 5 optional missions before, and after meeting the members of the Ghost Story Association, he got 19 more, so there are 24 in total. This is the 25th one, but he hasn't had time to deal with it yet.

"So simple?"

If the members are willing to reform themselves and start a new life, then everything will be fine. If they are not willing, then we can help them “start a new life”. This task is the easiest.

Tan Wenjie came to the Italian chef Andrew and squatted down again.

The opponent was on the verge of death again, and he kicked him a few times to help him survive. He was such a good person, he couldn't die.

(End of this chapter)